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donutsweeper) wrote2008-12-06 09:43 pm
donutsweeper) wrote2008-12-06 09:43 pm
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Powdered Sugar Problems
Title: Powdered Sugar Problems
Pairing/Rating/Warning: none, rated G
Word Count: 100
Summary: Owen had his fun with the donuts, but what happens then?
Author's note: Fourteenth in the powdered sugar crack!fic series. Written for day seven of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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Owen lay naked, except for one sock, on the stairs. It was cold, but he felt too damn good, and utterly drained, to move.
Rift donuts were amazing. He’d already known how inventive Gwen could be, but that thing Tosh did with her tongue? That was inspired.
A shadow loomed over him. “You’re too late, Jack. Me and the girls finished the donuts. And, no, I don’t feel a bit of remorse.”
At the clearing of a throat Owen opened his eyes to see a four armed alien wearing a chef’s hat. Holding what looked like a bill. Oh, shite.
Pairing/Rating/Warning: none, rated G
Word Count: 100
Summary: Owen had his fun with the donuts, but what happens then?
Author's note: Fourteenth in the powdered sugar crack!fic series. Written for day seven of
consci_fan_moOwen lay naked, except for one sock, on the stairs. It was cold, but he felt too damn good, and utterly drained, to move.
Rift donuts were amazing. He’d already known how inventive Gwen could be, but that thing Tosh did with her tongue? That was inspired.
A shadow loomed over him. “You’re too late, Jack. Me and the girls finished the donuts. And, no, I don’t feel a bit of remorse.”
At the clearing of a throat Owen opened his eyes to see a four armed alien wearing a chef’s hat. Holding what looked like a bill. Oh, shite.
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